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Is the story true?
I'd like to know,
Is there really gold
at the end of the Rainbow?

An olde fable, I do suppose,
so many of those, we've been told.
Providing incentives to look
for the missing Pot of Gold.

Believe not all stories,
which you may find bold.
Hard work with others,
you'll find your gold.

All the water, in the Sea,
along the coastal plain,
with odors of life now past,
rise from the Ocean floor,
softened with Winter rain.
Long were the days and nights,
as wind sang it's sweet sounds.
Walk the dunes with shortened stride,
sandy beach, smooth and slack,
resurfaced by an incoming tide.

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Loy • 01/18/2022 at 11:08PM • Like Profile

Beautiful poem

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MFish • 01/18/2022 at 11:24PM • Like Profile

Thank you, Loy. Must be something still stuck in the old grey cells.

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My Mind

Posted by MFish Profile 01/16/22 at 09:25PM Share Life Stories See more by MFish

My mind has gone stale.
New ideas do not appear.
I'm locked in a mental jail.
No thoughts, it's just the fear,
of the virus, hot on our trail.

I will take a break
from this writing weakness.
It's been a good ride
but I am mentally drained.

I apologize in advance
taking a break.

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Loy • 01/18/2022 at 06:05PM • Like Profile

They say a break is as good as a rest, and we all can use a break now and then… I hope your break will be good for you and that it will help you to recharge. Thank you for sharing all your wonderful writings - I feel privileged to enjoy reading them. I look forward to seeing what your next chapter brings, be it poetry, art or just staying connected. ❤️❤️

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MFish • 01/18/2022 at 10:34PM • Like Profile

Loy Thank you for the kind words. All the "stuff" I have been dealing, finally caught up. As always you know me better than most> I love you dear friend for over the years and for your understanding of this change.

I need to return to the Sea.
To a place, on the Oregon Coast.
A small Inn, close to the beach.
Hearing Gulls cry, smell the salt air.
Walking the beach on warm sand,
down near the water, icy cold.
Take into my senses, sights odors and sound,
relaxing for the moment, on blanket covered sand.
while reflecting upon the loneliest time,
about a life of memories of mine.
Bask in the Sun, enjoying the day,
watching the tide start ebbing away.

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Loy • 01/18/2022 at 06:10PM • Like Profile

The sensations of the beach are hypnotic, relaxing and healing - such a nice poem…

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MFish • 01/18/2022 at 10:35PM • Like Profile

Agree. There is something about the Coast that keeps me wanting to go back.

My Love

Posted by MFish Profile 01/16/22 at 08:59PM Share Life Stories See more by MFish

My love grew stronger
with every passing day,
until the disease Dementia,
stole her mind away.

The love we had
over these 64 years,
vanished from her mind,
amidst all my fears.

How can it be
a life lived and well done,
when it's your memory
becomes the only one.

Yet, she will say,
"I love you"
every waking day,
until it's tomorrow,
it's all gone away.

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MFish • 01/18/2022 at 10:38PM • Like Profile

Thank you. I've discovered some items I have written but hadn't put on Kudos.

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